She is as beautiful as a rosebud, innocence is her texture. She smelled of sweet, dry rose petals, dewed with tangy sweet honey. Her lips are delicious and smooth with purity. Her bright white smile, flawless and clear. Her eyes, cute and defined, and sparkled in the clear ocean sunlight. But oh, her skin... Oh her skin... How I envied her innocent skin, Pure with no blemishes, Soft as the velvet fuzz on a fresh peach, And clean as the icy fresh mountain rivers, rushing with newly melted, clean snow. How she gracefully walks and How she is ignorant to her divine beauty.
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when do i ever fight wit u? we have only been in like one, about the whole kody thing
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its melanie
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its sam ;)
consider yourself added
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She smelled of sweet, dry rose petals, dewed with tangy sweet honey.
Her lips are delicious and smooth with purity.
Her bright white smile, flawless and clear.
Her eyes, cute and defined, and sparkled in the clear ocean sunlight.
But oh, her skin...
Oh her skin...
How I envied her innocent skin,
Pure with no blemishes,
Soft as the velvet fuzz on a fresh peach,
And clean as the icy fresh mountain rivers, rushing with newly melted, clean snow.
How she gracefully walks and
How she is ignorant to her divine beauty.
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